A/N: Holy smokes! Sorry for my absence. I have been working on getting out new chapters for all my stories. And so, here is chapter 7. It's a bit shorter than the other chapters. This chapter rated T just incase. That being said, Thanks for everyone's patience and enjoy the read/let me know your thoughts! Huzzah~
TABOO
Rage. It was the only emotion he had really been keen on openly showing and the only emotion he was currently feeling. And oh, how deep it was. The difference between this rage vs his past demons was just how damn justified he was about to be. The situation was beyond fucked. So much so that he realized just how careful he would need to be given precious cargo would be in the mix.
This was not the first time the bastard had taken something from him, but it sure as hell would be the last. Images of all the years he'd be Kakarotto's second floated through his mind.
The idiot really had no sense of boundary whatsoever and if that wasn't enough, his only daughter was in the hands of a man who didn't give much of a fuck about anything other than his own self-gain. The prince couldn't help but wondered what motive his long time rival had behind this.
Vegeta's teeth ground together at that thought. Why hadn't he had two boys? This would have never been an issue had fate been more kind. Why him? Why his family? The curse of being the last survivors of a race was rearing it's ugly head as Vegeta searched for his daughter's energy signal.
It was completely absent. A growl emitted from his throat, one that he couldn't help. The action gained a judgmental look from his wife.
"Are you serious?! Can't you just enjoy a party for once, Vegeta?"
It took all of his restraint to keep himself from divulging in the horror of his most recent discovery. A cold stare was all he could muster, gritting his teeth all the while. An eye roll from his hot headed wife as all the response she offered in return before downing the rest of her beverage.
Dark eyes watched her stalk off into the crowd. And, as he watched her retreating form, he knew nothing good was to come of the situation at hand. No, the truth would certainly hurt only his wife in more ways than one, his rival's as well.
Fists balled up tightly, Vegeta quietly withdrew from the crowd and silently fumed as he searched not for his daughter, but rather the man who she was with. it was never the son he had to worry about. Caution was of the utmost importance as he struggled to keep composure. If he raged, Vegeta knew he'd lose Bra forever. No, the only way he was sure to win would be when his rival's guard was down.
Goku held Bra close as she continued to writhe in the extended ecstasy brought upon by their bond. Stroking her aqua locks, he was surprised to feel just how ready she was for him again even at the most basic touch.
A rather morbid sense of pleasure took hold of him as she kept trying to bury herself deeper into his strong chest. Small, feminine, hands were grasping at his torso, almost as if she was trying to use him to ground herself. He was the only thought in her mind, that much was clear as he searched her emotions.
A grin broke out on his face, one that he simply was unable to contain as his princess, yes his princess, mewled as he lightly ran his fingers up and down the length of her spine.
Bra's small frame quivered as she continued to press herself against him. She couldn't control her unyielding need to expose her neck to him. She did the best she could from her position. The crook of her neck radiated with pleasure that spread throughout her body, all the way down to her toes. She couldn't help the way her fingernails to dig into his skin.
Feelings and emotions consumed the young woman whole. The minute the bond was complete Bra was left with the realization that there, pressed against Son Goku, was the only place she ever wanted to be. He was so warm and left her feeling so safe entangled in his massive arms. The heightened sense of protection was something that not even her poor father had been able to give her.
Again, the older Saiyan ran his fingers down her spine in silence, save for the quiet moans Bra failed miserably to suppress. Turning her flushed face up to stare at the man who'd claimed her was almost too much, as Bra felt herself growing faint.
The look expression on her youthful face was enough to make Goku want to claim her all over again as her eyes silently begged for some form of release. Excitement grew within him as he contemplating bringing her back up to climax.
Faster than she could comprehend, Bra was flipped onto her back, trapped once more between Goku and her bed. His onyx eyes held her gaze gently as he took in her otherworldly beauty. Her swollen lips lured him down to capture slowly them with his own, once, twice, three times, before abruptly pulling away.
They had both been so wrapped up in the moment that Goku had forgotten to keep track of one person's energy in particular. A serious expression took over his features as he snapped his head in the direction of Bra's bedroom door. There wasn't much time.
"Goku?" Bra all but mewled out at the sudden lack of contact.
Goku didn't answer. Wasting no time he scooped her up in his arms as a deeply rooted sense of possessiveness washed over him. At some point, they would both have to face the inevitable. Her father's energy drew ever near as Goku drew two fingers to his forehead.
"Goku, what are you doing?" Her concerned voice broke his focus.
He looked down at her briefly, not knowing how to break the news to her that her father was just outside the door. That he already knew what had become of his baby girl. And so, he planted a kiss on her forehead, whisking them both far away from the safe haven of her bedroom without a word with just a few second to spare.
The door burst open with such a force, that had there not been music downstairs, the action would have surely carried throughout the halls of Capsule Corp. There stood the father of the blue hair princess. The smell of sex was thick in the air of his daughter's bedroom.
Vegeta took a few steps past the threshold and into the room. His dark eyes examined the disheveled blankets, an indication of the actions that had taken place in a space should have been sacred and safe.
He found thin, torn, scraps of fabric that lay at the foot of her bed. He recognized the color. Yes, once it was a beautiful dress Bra had worn until a barbarian had gotten his way with her.
Disgust filled his being. Turning on his heel to leave the room, confusion was laced with anger. He had prepared himself for a fight and yet the bastard ran instead. Why?
The only damned reason he could think of was beyond what he was willing to admit about the situation at hand. And as he searched for any fleeting sign of energy signals, the Prince of all Saiyans strode back downstairs toward the party with intent, making sure there would be consequences in more ways that one.
